Out Of Milliways
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mnt_raph[ooc: Last night LJ was being a wonky bitch. As such, the following Out Of Milliways scene was constructed in AIM. So sit back, relax and enjoy
*Location: A rooftop overlooking a prefabricated reproduction of a Lake somewhere in the Scottish Highlands. On the roof of a very unassuming building there sits a tent. Not just any tent, but one that dreams of being a studio apartment.
The tent, itself, is unique, but only mildly so when compared to the two sleeping forms that are currently nestled inside. Two anthropomorphs huddled together against the world.
The first rays of the sun have found their way into the tent, and directly into the eyes of one Raphael, an ninja exturtle. Which is a damn shame really, as he was having one dream he'd really like to never wake up from. There aren't enough gerunds to adequately discribe what's going on in his mind's eye, which is good, considering he'd never be able to repeat the tale without blushing profusely. He shifts slightly, to try and escape from the blinding light of the sun, but finds himself in a tangle of both sheets and limbs. Limbs? Huh....that's new.*
Death-mun:
Death purrs against him. Well, it could almost sound like a purr. She kisses the corner of his collarbone with some satisfaction, and snuggles up closer. There's a happy sigh.
"'Mornin'."
Raph-mun:
*Raph begins to wonder how many of those gerunds were only in his head. A small faction of his brain is already hunting for the part that knows what a gerund actually is. Clearly, that one is too smart for its own good. All coherent thought of anytype ceases the moment she moves/kisses/purrs. The only system still online at that point is the "growl"*
Death-mun:
She trails a finger down his chest and beams at his growl. It's damn cute, first thing in the morning. And waking up next to someone... beautiful, and a rare luxury for the Endless.
Raph-mun:
*True to form, he squirms. His voice is rough first thing in the morning.*
I didn't think you were really here.
Death-mun:
She props herself up with one hand, and looks down at him with a smile. It might be noted that she's topless, and completely unconcerned with it.
"I'm really here."
Raph-mun:
He pulls the blankets up to cover her*
That's good, cause I'm pretty sure I don't have an imagination that good.
Death-mun:
Death reaches out to play with his hair gently, tracing his jaw, and then his chin, then the curve of his lips. She quirks a smile as she touches him.
"It was pretty nice, yeah."
Raph-mun:
*Unused to the attention, Raph pulls a pillow over his face. As such, his reply is a bit muffled*
prettydamnnice
Death-mun:
She laughs, and plops back down on her belly, folding her arms beneath her chin.
"You pick now to get bashful?"
Raph-mun:
*There is a very clear, yet muffled:*
yup.
Death-mun:
She's damn sure he doesn't have smoke bombs now... so she reaches out and tickles him right above his hip. Lightly. Agonizingly lightly, actually.
Raph-mun:
*Raph begins to slowly vibrate, as he tries to resist reacting. It's not going well for him. There is a primal scream, and then roles are reversed as he pounces and pins her to the bed*
Death-mun:
"ACK!"
But she's laughing. Oh, she's laughing. It's the funniest thing in the world, really. She leans up and kisses him soundly but quickly, and plunks back down onto the bed.
Raph-mun:
*He's tries to catch his breath*
There. ....will....be....no TICKLING!
Death-mun:
She shakes her head a little bit, and sighs. "Fine. No tickling. Gotcha." Then there's a small smile. "If it'll make you happy, no tickling."
Raph-mun:
You're placating me, aren't you?
Death-mun:
"Maybe a little bit."
Raph-mun:
*He smirks*
Shameless. You're shameless.
*As he says this he runs one hand through her hair, sliding his fingers over her neck and down across her shoulder.*
Death-mun:
She smiles. And then he's running his hand over her, and she has to take a breath, eyes lighting up, twitching just a little bit. She's like a child, the wide-eyed way she responds to the touch.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am."
Raph-mun:
*He chuckles and curls up beside her with his head on her shoulder*
Death-mun:
She slips an arm around him and sighs happily, resting her chin on the top of his head.
"So you're alright with this, then?"
Raph-mun:
*he slides an arm across her stomach and pulls himself closer*
What's not to like?
Death-mun:
She plays with his hair and smiles upward.
"Just checking. Thought I ought to. I mean... you are kind of the best friend I've got, you know."
Raph-mun:
*He smiles into her shoulder*
You okay?
Death-mun:
She grins, and trails her fingers down from his hair to the chain around his neck.
Death-mun:
"Yeah. Yeah, I am."
Raph-mun:
Good. Kinda thought this would...uh...be a little more wierd. You know?
Death-mun:
"Weird, supernatural weird, or weird... people-type weird?"
Raph-mun:
Wierd, can't-look-each-other-in-the-eye-afterward-wierd.
Death-mun:
"Well. We got here. I'm not going to waste time being ashamed about it. And we certainly had fun."
Death-mun:
She smiles down at him. "Besides. I always liked you, anyway."
Raph-mun:
*he chuckles*
Oh good, I'd hate to think this was some sort of elaborate revenge scheme.
Death-mun:
She smiles and ruffles his hair a little bit. "Hell, sweetheart, you think I would go this far for something like revenge?"
Raph-mun:
You make it sound like a trial by fire.....
Death-mun:
"It was getting a little warm back there..."
Raph-mun:
BWHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Death-mun:
She baps him lightly upside the head. "I'm only telling the truth. It was hot. And a little bit sticky."
Raph-mun:
*He rolls onto his back and covers his face with a pillow to stifle the laughter*
Death-mun:
Death waits for him to finish, very patient. Then she crawls over to rest her head on his stomach when he's done. Well, torso. Right about at the solar plexus, really.
"I kinda almost want coffee. But I don't really want to get up."
Raph-mun:
*With the locker room humor finally out of his system, he shoves the pillow behind his head and looks over at her. He smiles, when thier eyes connect.*
Yeah, me neither.
you're beautiful, you know that?
Death-mun:
Death can't blush, otherwise she would.
"So I've been told."
Raph-mun:
Good
*is all he can manage to say, but he doesn't look away*
Death-mun:
She crawls up, slowly, cautiously, and dips her head down to kiss his lips, then back up a fraction of an inch to murmur against his mouth
"Thank you."
Raph-mun:
*he whispers*
anytime.
*before reaching for her for another kiss*
*Location: A rooftop overlooking a prefabricated reproduction of a Lake somewhere in the Scottish Highlands. On the roof of a very unassuming building there sits a tent. Not just any tent, but one that dreams of being a studio apartment.
The tent, itself, is unique, but only mildly so when compared to the two sleeping forms that are currently nestled inside. Two anthropomorphs huddled together against the world.
The first rays of the sun have found their way into the tent, and directly into the eyes of one Raphael, an ninja exturtle. Which is a damn shame really, as he was having one dream he'd really like to never wake up from. There aren't enough gerunds to adequately discribe what's going on in his mind's eye, which is good, considering he'd never be able to repeat the tale without blushing profusely. He shifts slightly, to try and escape from the blinding light of the sun, but finds himself in a tangle of both sheets and limbs. Limbs? Huh....that's new.*
Death-mun:
Death purrs against him. Well, it could almost sound like a purr. She kisses the corner of his collarbone with some satisfaction, and snuggles up closer. There's a happy sigh.
"'Mornin'."
Raph-mun:
*Raph begins to wonder how many of those gerunds were only in his head. A small faction of his brain is already hunting for the part that knows what a gerund actually is. Clearly, that one is too smart for its own good. All coherent thought of anytype ceases the moment she moves/kisses/purrs. The only system still online at that point is the "growl"*
Death-mun:
She trails a finger down his chest and beams at his growl. It's damn cute, first thing in the morning. And waking up next to someone... beautiful, and a rare luxury for the Endless.
Raph-mun:
*True to form, he squirms. His voice is rough first thing in the morning.*
I didn't think you were really here.
Death-mun:
She props herself up with one hand, and looks down at him with a smile. It might be noted that she's topless, and completely unconcerned with it.
"I'm really here."
Raph-mun:
He pulls the blankets up to cover her*
That's good, cause I'm pretty sure I don't have an imagination that good.
Death-mun:
Death reaches out to play with his hair gently, tracing his jaw, and then his chin, then the curve of his lips. She quirks a smile as she touches him.
"It was pretty nice, yeah."
Raph-mun:
*Unused to the attention, Raph pulls a pillow over his face. As such, his reply is a bit muffled*
prettydamnnice
Death-mun:
She laughs, and plops back down on her belly, folding her arms beneath her chin.
"You pick now to get bashful?"
Raph-mun:
*There is a very clear, yet muffled:*
yup.
Death-mun:
She's damn sure he doesn't have smoke bombs now... so she reaches out and tickles him right above his hip. Lightly. Agonizingly lightly, actually.
Raph-mun:
*Raph begins to slowly vibrate, as he tries to resist reacting. It's not going well for him. There is a primal scream, and then roles are reversed as he pounces and pins her to the bed*
Death-mun:
"ACK!"
But she's laughing. Oh, she's laughing. It's the funniest thing in the world, really. She leans up and kisses him soundly but quickly, and plunks back down onto the bed.
Raph-mun:
*He's tries to catch his breath*
There. ....will....be....no TICKLING!
Death-mun:
She shakes her head a little bit, and sighs. "Fine. No tickling. Gotcha." Then there's a small smile. "If it'll make you happy, no tickling."
Raph-mun:
You're placating me, aren't you?
Death-mun:
"Maybe a little bit."
Raph-mun:
*He smirks*
Shameless. You're shameless.
*As he says this he runs one hand through her hair, sliding his fingers over her neck and down across her shoulder.*
Death-mun:
She smiles. And then he's running his hand over her, and she has to take a breath, eyes lighting up, twitching just a little bit. She's like a child, the wide-eyed way she responds to the touch.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am."
Raph-mun:
*He chuckles and curls up beside her with his head on her shoulder*
Death-mun:
She slips an arm around him and sighs happily, resting her chin on the top of his head.
"So you're alright with this, then?"
Raph-mun:
*he slides an arm across her stomach and pulls himself closer*
What's not to like?
Death-mun:
She plays with his hair and smiles upward.
"Just checking. Thought I ought to. I mean... you are kind of the best friend I've got, you know."
Raph-mun:
*He smiles into her shoulder*
You okay?
Death-mun:
She grins, and trails her fingers down from his hair to the chain around his neck.
Death-mun:
"Yeah. Yeah, I am."
Raph-mun:
Good. Kinda thought this would...uh...be a little more wierd. You know?
Death-mun:
"Weird, supernatural weird, or weird... people-type weird?"
Raph-mun:
Wierd, can't-look-each-other-in-the-eye-afterward-wierd.
Death-mun:
"Well. We got here. I'm not going to waste time being ashamed about it. And we certainly had fun."
Death-mun:
She smiles down at him. "Besides. I always liked you, anyway."
Raph-mun:
*he chuckles*
Oh good, I'd hate to think this was some sort of elaborate revenge scheme.
Death-mun:
She smiles and ruffles his hair a little bit. "Hell, sweetheart, you think I would go this far for something like revenge?"
Raph-mun:
You make it sound like a trial by fire.....
Death-mun:
"It was getting a little warm back there..."
Raph-mun:
BWHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Death-mun:
She baps him lightly upside the head. "I'm only telling the truth. It was hot. And a little bit sticky."
Raph-mun:
*He rolls onto his back and covers his face with a pillow to stifle the laughter*
Death-mun:
Death waits for him to finish, very patient. Then she crawls over to rest her head on his stomach when he's done. Well, torso. Right about at the solar plexus, really.
"I kinda almost want coffee. But I don't really want to get up."
Raph-mun:
*With the locker room humor finally out of his system, he shoves the pillow behind his head and looks over at her. He smiles, when thier eyes connect.*
Yeah, me neither.
you're beautiful, you know that?
Death-mun:
Death can't blush, otherwise she would.
"So I've been told."
Raph-mun:
Good
*is all he can manage to say, but he doesn't look away*
Death-mun:
She crawls up, slowly, cautiously, and dips her head down to kiss his lips, then back up a fraction of an inch to murmur against his mouth
"Thank you."
Raph-mun:
*he whispers*
anytime.
*before reaching for her for another kiss*
